Desired love

Soft, like liquid velvet coursing between fingers. Airy and light, silky and creamy. Vanilla, berries, and some vaguely familiar, yet still unidentifiable, musk. If ever it had been discovered, the recognition of that musk was something long forgotten, perhaps even a thing of long-aged memory. its softness a bubble of laughter, pressing and caressing. Teasing. Perhaps daring. Every living creature, with unique weaknesses, would have caved to this giggling challenge. Not a single being could resist this.